Lyrics:
can't hear, what you saying, why you goin' Iggy on me? (Yeah, yeah)
Pockets, bands, choppa from Afghanistan
50 Cent said it best
Many men wishing death
I swear you done started me
This rap shit apart of me
This street shit apart of me call to my blood I might tell 'em put smoke to yo arteries
I might
Pussy was so good it had me aroused
Don't tell yo folks we fuck off you too loud
This shit that i smoke got me high as a cloud
How do you want smoke
know I like the burner but I'll beat your ass, this shit personal, huh
Hit a nigga in his shit with this fifty or thirty, duh
(Yeah, go Royce)
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
a spaceship, you up like a attic (attic) (uppy)
Up my race (uppy), like I'm off a Addy (uppy)
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (brrt)
Gang shit
OTF (grrah-grrah)
I'm laughin' at you fuck-niggas
This that real shit, you feel me (L's)
We ain't on that fuck-shit
Shout out Nuski
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
shit don't even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin' arguments for payin' 50 extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald's
I
your nose
My niggas live by the code
I listen to Rich, I don't listen to broke
I don't think you're fit for the smoke
I laugh at your team, your
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
like to blow shit up I keep em wimme
Got more cents then 50
Drums look like a titty
My bitches know each other but they still fuckin wit me
Don't know
the hammer
Ar-15 with a fifty attached
These niggas don't want smoke no nicotine patch
Came in with a gat, came in with some cash
Put ten on your watch my
the industry
Literally, I don' been shot at, like 50 Cent
Fuck niggas having them feminine tendencies, really you niggas just envy me
Niggas be sneak dissing,
The deals been done buh I haven't seen my cut since then
Bruh you mad or you deaf
When I said I can smoke your pop for my 50 cents
Man so lyrical
Mystical
rolling witme
Rolling through ya city
And I'm moving like I'm 50
Used to cop it by the hunnids
Now I smoke it by the fifty
Twin clips holding 30
Left
Suck A D
And Play My Shit Until They're Sick Of Me Because I'm Sick Of Me
I'm Sick Of All This Air I Breathe Replace It With The Weed
And Smoke A sack
with IRS
I don't fuck with taxes but I'm blessed
Fifty Cent
I'm Fifty-a-milly
Man you talkin to me comin' so silly
Imma go over here and do free wheelies
I put a 50 on ya head bitch it's a Homicide
Swear you fuck niggas be flagging Out here Telling lies
Put that iron on that lil nigga now he Terrified
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
on this (nigga) for me to wreck his broad
you could tell what I thought of this (nigga)
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause of cigarettes
that's fifty cent, bitch
Everything cost a little bit
So don't expect nothin for free, at least from me Ching Chang Chewie
I got you from Taiwan city
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